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Feb 18

2019

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It’s easy to take people and things for granted when we see them every day.  They become part of the wallpaper, like the colours in our sitting room.  We no longer really notice them: the eye and brain no longer pay attention.  And yet that doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate them – after all, we chose them and on both conscious and unconscious levels they probably still give us pleasure.

But the quality of our lives is greatly enhanced when we do stop to open our eyes to those things that we can be grateful for.  As a mental focus it brings great benefit and more happiness.  But little happens in the mind unless we train it to seek out what supports us and gives us pleasure.  Perhaps take a moment now to turn away from this screen and look around you at the items or people who surround you.  What brings a smile to your lips?  What warms your heart?  What can you be pleased with yourself for having created, bought or brought into your life?

It strikes me that if children in schools could be taught this practice of gratitude-awareness they might become less anxious and depressed.  With endless reports of rising numbers of young people suffering from mental illness I can’t believe it wouldn’t help them stay stable and become more resilient if they had their eyes opened to what they can be grateful for.

Perhaps every morning in assembly or in their class they could be encouraged to stop and reflect on how fortunate they are in one way or another.  They might start with three things each day and raise that up to as many as ten or more as they become more aware of what they have that brings them support or enjoyment – whether it be loving parents, friends, good health, a home, the skills or talents they personally possess.

Might the ISIS bride, Shamima Begum, who now wants to return to the UK, have been less keen to run away had she been encouraged more forcefully to be more aware of the benefits she wishes to return to – stable government, her family, the NHS to look after her and her baby, education, work, the welfare system? Might she have thought twice about the attraction of Syria had those around her reminded her daily of what she would be giving up?  But she says she doesn’t regret her choice, nor was she fazed by the sight of barbarity or severed heads… and yet she wants to return.   But that’s another subject, and personally unless she can prove her loyalty and gratitude to this country then to me it’s very questionable as to whether she should be allowed to come back.

Someone of a similar age, who proves how intelligent and articulate one can be at a young age, and who does feel grateful, is Soutiam Goodarzi, a 16 year old from Iran, who has written an excellent and heart-felt article in The Spectator this week.  https://www.spectator.co.uk/2019/02/i-was-forced-to-wear-a-hijab-it-wasnt-liberating/ In it she berates the West for celebrating ‘World Hijab Day’ and shares her own experience of the morality and modesty police in Iran, who forced her to wear the hijab and hide every strand of hair from men.  The premise is that it is always the woman’s fault, even if she is only 6 years old.

Soutiam celebrates the day she came to the UK “in Britain I realise I now have a voice, and that I am not a second-class citizen who should be scared of talking out of turn. I have also realised that I don’t deserve to be scolded by religious men or women for ditching the hijab. In Britain, it is acceptable to be a free woman. You don’t have to obey the restrictive demands of your father, husband or government.”  Again, here is someone, despite her young age, who knows the difference and is fully aware of how much there is to appreciate and be grateful for as a woman in this culture and way of life.

When someone is practising gratitude they are less aggressive.  It’s difficult to feel grateful and angry at the same time.   It isn’t a fluffy, touchy-feely thing.  This isn’t about being blind to negative factors of life but it is about noticing and counting the silver linings in any situation – someone may be ill but they may equally have loving family around them, good medicine, audio books they can listen to if they can’t physically hold a book.  Small things that matter.

We can reframe many situations and indeed hostile feelings towards others by stopping to reflect on what we appreciate about them, even if something they have done has hurt or offended us.  This means that when we do give them feedback about an issue we will hopefully be more balanced and see the behaviour that irritates us within the context of the many other things they may do that please us.

Feeling hurt, angry or depressed occurs when the mind is focused on what is missing, what we haven’t got, what is unfair or what is wrong.  Being grateful is to shine the light on what we have got.  But it won’t happen without the mental decision to identify the good aspects of our lives, the good friends, family and colleagues whom we appreciate and who support us.

Do you think we could persuade schools to adopt this mental habit and show children and young people how to practice gratitude-awareness?  Might you be able to notice one or two things now that you value and appreciate and perhaps share these ideas with your children or grandchildren?

See also

https://www.fionaworthington.uk.com/appreciating-friends/

http://www.fincham.info/papers/2012%20Gratitude%20and%20Violence%20Social%20Psychological%20and%20Personality%20Science.pdf

 

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Feb 05

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The miners’ strikes of 1972 caused power cuts around the country. With no coal for the power stations blackouts lasting nine hours were imposed plunging Britain into darkness.

The phrase “Everything has changed …” was a prompt for a 10-minute writing exercise in the creative writing course I am enjoying at The Avenue Centre, Kew, where they offer an amazing array of interesting courses.

Inevitably, in 68 years so much has changed but what came immediately to mind (and with only 10 minutes one has to go with what comes forward!) was how the Algarve area in Portugal has changed, and with it many other areas in Spain, Italy, Greece and beyond.

When I first went back to Portugal, having left Lisbon when I was 4 ½, it was 1968.  I was 18 and visited Lagos, which in those days was a peaceful fishing port.  I remember seeing women washing their laundry in the river and drying it by the river bank.  There were donkeys carrying produce from the market, women carrying water in ceramic pots on their heads, fishermen grilling fresh sardines on small barbecues on the pavement.  Life was poor and basic.

Today areas of the Algarve are full of tall hotels, tower block apartment buildings, bars offering cocktails and large screens to entice football enthusiasts, plus smart golf clubs.  It still  has marvellous beaches and warm welcoming people but the life has changed greatly.

This led me to imagine two different women who had lived through this change.  One who enjoyed the freedom that technology – a washing machine – had brought her, the other who mourned the camaraderie of the river bank and felt isolated and alone in her flat with her washing machine.  I imagined the latter missing the chatter of female friends, the gossip about husbands, children, grandmothers, and it made me think about how with every step of progress there is often something that we leave behind.

On sharing the pieces we had written with the rest of the creative writing class, we talked about what had changed in our lifetimes.  We particularly acknowledged the greater comfort in which most people were living now, that poverty as we describe it today is relative, when so many houses in our childhood did not have central heating, no washing machines, televisions, telephones, dishwashers, nor indoor toilets.  We remembered getting dressed in bed, or in front of a Dimplex heater, because the bedrooms were so cold.  We remembered how the glass of water beside our bed could sometimes have a thin sheet of ice on its surface.  We remembered how cars would frequently break down when you were trying to get somewhere.

Perhaps some of you watched the wonderful Andrew Marr programmes A History of Modern Britainhttps://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b007n1dx/andrew-marrs-history-of-modern-britain-3-paradise-lost The most recent repeat episode was set in the 1960s and 70s, a time when I was a teenager and young adult, and I was struck by how impoverished people appeared.  It showed film of the 3-day week, of factories closing, no electricity so we had to light our homes with candles, rationing of food as manufacturing was down.  Marr spoke of millions of days lost to strikes and of civil unrest.  It seems extraordinary, looking back at it.

It also made me think that everything can change suddenly as the next decade was quite different and the growing economy of the 80s opened up opportunities in business for those who were smart, whatever their background.  Class changed after the world wars but also through the decades from the 1960s when pop stars, footballers and entrepreneurial businesses created wealth for all types.  You only have to listen to the plummy voices of the BBC in those days to realize that life has, indeed, altered and that many of those at the top of industry and politics today are from all backgrounds where they would not have been in my youth.

And yet when we watched the programme A House Through Time, https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09pwbxf tracking the history of a house in Liverpool over several decades, the scenes from the 1980s were bleak – a kitchen on the landing, a shared bathroom on one floor, and a man who remembered carrying buckets of water up to his mother for the washing up.  None of this is so long ago.

Reflecting back over history, after the centenary of WWI last November and Holocaust Day last weekend,  made me think how lucky we are today to have peace, heat, light and reliable transport.  It comforted me to remember that things had been bad before, that people had been divided, and yet had come together again.  So hopefully we shall pull together through Brexit or no-Brexit or whatever-happens-next and create good times once more.

Something we didn’t appreciate about today’s world was incivility – the trolling on Twitter, the rape threats, the rudeness, the swearing that seems to have become commonplace.  I heard recently of a young teenager who wrote an articulate email to his MP about Brexit but then finished the letter off with “I hope you rot in hell”.  These phrases seem to trip off people’s tongues in a way they wouldn’t have done in the past.  Perhaps there was too much deference to authority in my youth and yet some kind of respect for others is surely part of a civilised society.  Today’s soaps and television series frequently include aggressive swearing.  I understand that Olivia Coleman in The Favourite swears like a trooper which a historian tells me is extremely unlikely to be realistic from the mouth of a female monarch.  Watching how pupils talk to their teachers in the TV programmes about secondary schools shocks me – we would never have dared to speak so rudely to a teacher!

I don’t know what we do about it but perhaps we can take the lead from the ‘broken windows’ policy where every small incident is noted and commented on in terms of what is and is not acceptable.  Generating a sense of gratitude for what we do have today can, perhaps, ease tension and pacify those teenagers who are anxious.

The problem is that if students don’t study history they don’t get perspective.  So often the only period of history that school children study is the Tudors and Stuarts.  If we could give them more information about our recent history they might realize more of what has been gained.

Perhaps we can elucidate them to the fact that even recently many people lived in severe poverty, that women were continuously pregnant because there was no effective contraception and that many of them died in childbirth or through illegal abortion practices, that so many children died of illnesses such as measles, whooping cough, scarlet fever, smallpox, polio (how is it that people are denying their children vaccinations when medicine has made such a phenomenal difference to childhood mortality?!), that antibiotics have helped cure so many previously deadly illnesses?  If they don’t understand recent history they can take for granted so much of what we do have at our disposal and simply not realize how lucky we are today.

Maybe sharing your own memories can open young minds to the experiences of their parents and grandparents’ generations and contrast what might, indeed, have changed for the better.  I wonder what you would write if you spent the next 10 minutes responding to that question “Everything has changed …”?

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Jan 09

2019

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Firstly, a happy new year to all of you kind folk who read my ‘Thinking Aloud’ blogs.  The turning of the year always makes me reflect on what has been and what might be in store in the year ahead.  I recently discovered some mind maps and collages David and I had made as we visioned our future and was struck by how much we could tick off as achieved.  It was a good feeling and reminded me of the power of setting positive outcomes.

However, when I went into our local bookshop in December to buy Christmas books for my teenage great-nieces, I was directed to an area of the shop for ‘teen books’, almost all of which were dystopian.  There were stories of aliens, viruses, robots, environmental catastrophes destroying life and the world.  How miserable, I thought, and not surprising that so many of our young are suffering from anxiety.

I managed to find two books that were more optimistic in tone but it made me think how difficult it must be for young people to have a vision of a better future when all around them is 24/7 news of disaster and uncertainty, digital games of violence … and Brexit!  We have always had dystopian books, of course, and I probably read quite a few of them as a teenager – Dostoevsky wasn’t exactly a song and dance, nor was Camus’ The Plague, nor Kafka’s Metamorphosis.  We had the Cold War, the potential of nuclear warfare, economic instability, and most of Europe dominated by one authoritarian regime or another, and yet our concerns were, I think, tempered by post-war optimism, the rose-tinted view of life portrayed by Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn movies, and not having endless news reports of misery or disaster brought into our sitting rooms from one part of the world or another.  We didn’t have the technology for such things.

What concerns me today is that no one is giving us a vision of a better future.  All we get is the negative and the divisive.  In my experience, both as a development coach and in my own life, I have found that when people have a vision and set goals they frequently achieve them.  If we, as a country, have no aspirational vision, no tangible goals in this muddle and mess of Brexit negotiations, how are we to achieve them?  How are people to know what they need to do to create prosperity and happiness in this country?

We need to talk about what is working today and what we want for tomorrow.  Have you ever been asked by your local politician what your vision is for your area, for the country as a whole?  I feel they guess and get snippets of information but there is no cohesive view of how to make life better, whether we leave or stay in the EU.  And yet statistically life is good, probably the best it has ever been.  But you wouldn’t know it from what you hear and read.  We need to change the narrative of catastrophe that is so au courant at the moment.

And one thing is for certain:  whether we leave or stay we shall all need to work hard to pull together again, to talk up the skills and strengths of the UK.  We need to believe in them and have faith that we can pull through, whatever the result.  In Cognitive-Behavioural psychology we encourage people not to ‘fix’ their happiness on a particular expectation or result – eg not to think “we must remain in the EU otherwise I shall be unhappy and everything will be a disaster” but to think perhaps “I would rather we remained in the EU but I can manage it if we don’t and can work hard to build success whatever the result.”  The same sentence would apply for potentially disappointed Leave voters … “I would prefer it if we had left in the way I had imagined but I can manage whatever situation arises and make the most of it.”

If we don’t talk ourselves up, personally or as a country, who will?  It’s unlikely others will do it for us and we need to let the rest of the world remember what we do have to contribute.  Otherwise we shall just talk ourselves down into a demoralised heap of negative thinking.  A self-fulfilling prophesy.

So why not rise above all the ghastly political wrangling and believe that, whatever happens, we can make a success of the future?

But, more importantly, why not take five minutes now to map out some of the goals and positive outcomes you would like for yourself, your family, friends, the UK and the world in 2019?  Wise leadership would be a nice one to start with, wouldn’t it?  One can but travel hopefully!

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Dec 21

2018

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2019… Que sera sera …

A new birth, my new granddaughter, is a poignant and happy way to end the year.  New life.  It seems like a miracle really.  One minute she doesn’t exist, the next minute she does.  Birth and death and the cycles of life are both ordinary and everyday and yet ultimately extraordinary.

We grandparents can get a hard time from those who don’t have family or as yet don’t have grandchildren.  But there is a kind of secret smile that passes from one grandparent to another, even when you don’t know one another.  You see a grandfather walking with a toddler in Kew Gardens, catch his eye and you both smile, knowing how precious these moments are.

I think because one is older a new young life, bewildered, vulnerable, in wonder and far from understanding (any more than we do!) the complexities of the world they have entered, is potent.  The innocence, the wide-eyed approach to the rituals of the year, whether it is Hallowe’en, Guy Fawkes or Father Christmas is magical.

And as one ages one tends to recognise that family, friends and community are so important when the world outside is in such chaos.  Moving to Kew has brought us into a delightful and inspiring community where almost everyone we meet is volunteering in one way or another, as David and I intend to do now that the house is finished (hurrah!).  We couldn’t be happier in our choice of move and in the people who surround us, and the numerous interesting activities on our doorstep with theatre, film, galleries, talks, the river and, of course, the wonderful Botanical Gardens where we walk almost every day.

Small things make a difference when we can’t seem to influence what our politicians are doing.  But who can predict the long view of history?  I have been listening to Roller-coaster, Europe 1950-2017 by Ian Kershaw and am reminded of the huge changes that have occurred in my lifetime both in how we live and also in political regimes.  The horrors of Hitler and Stalin exposed the dangers of ideologies, and religion continues to divide rather than bring peace to the world.  Living in Communist Poland one might not have been able to predict the freedom they have now.  So how can we possibly predict the future?

Here in the UK Brexit dominates and confuses, with no party united in their approach or able to promise that they could do a better deal with Brussels than has been put on the table.  A second referendum, perhaps, though this has no certainty of outcome either and in many ways I can’t, without a crystal ball, know what is best for us, or the world, in the long-term.  Certainly in the short term staying in is the safest bet but in the long-term I confess to being a little unnerved by the fact that there are far stronger and more vociferous far-right movements in many countries in Europe than there are here, where there is no far-right representative in Parliament.  There are stirrings of dissent in France, Italy, Austria, Hungary, the Netherlands and elsewhere and we can’t know how they will be resolved.  The challenge of how to manage immigration in a humane yet logistically practical way is one that no country has worked out yet.

All I can hope is that we have an outcome that is good for us all, that maintains the world in peace, prosperity and harmony.  But I don’t pretend that I know how to achieve this.  I can only hope that historians will be writing in years to come that Trump, Putin, Erdogan, Xi Jinping or any other of these authoritarian ‘strong men’ didn’t bring catastrophe to the world.  I am grateful that in the main our world leaders do meet at G7 and G20 meetings, that the EU and UN have facilitated more jaw than war and I shall remain optimistic that wisdom rather than factionalism can be brought into debate within political governments.  Long may communication continue to benefit us all.

And so, as my mother used to sing around the house when I was young, “Que sera sera … whatever will be will be.  The future’s not ours to see.  Que sera sera.”  And I shall sing this to my grandchildren, as she did to mine.  Such are the cycles of life.

On that note I wish you all a very fulfilling Christmas break and hope that 2019 brings happiness.  As I heard someone say on the radio yesterday “everything is beautiful in its own way” so perhaps we can open our eyes to beauty and gratitude as we move into the new year.

[Que Sera Sera, sung by Doris Day, 1956]

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Dec 11

2018

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… with apologies to Joyce Grenfell    

Children … now come along

I’m the head teacher and so let’s hold hands and pull together.  No, Boris, not that way … this way!

Michael, come along now.  Pull your socks up and hold hands.

David, don’t argue dear … you know I know best.  Come along, all you have to do is put a tick in this little box here – the one that says “Yea”.  No, not the one that says “Nay”. 

Now children stop mimicking a pony’s neigh, that isn’t funny. 

Yes, Amber, Yea does mean yes. 

“Yes to what?” … Jacob, you don’t need to ask what you are ticking.  Just do what I say.  I know best.  It’s for Queen and country.  No-one else seems to have a clue.

Now hold your heads up and play your parts.  No, Dominic, you can’t be a superjet so just sit down and keep quiet.

Boris, do stop fiddling.  Don’t do that.

Oh dear, Dominic, is that a penknife in your hand?  It looks rather sharp!  Why were you coming up behind my back just then?  You had better give that to me.  I shall confiscate it and give it to your Mummy.  You go and stand in the corner straight away, you naughty boy.

Ah, there’s a text from Michel, the Head Teacher.  What does he want?  I hope I am not in trouble.  I have tried to be a good girl and do the right thing.  Oh, he’s just saying that Jean-Claude has a hangover and that Monsieur Macron is having some difficulties (thank God for that. At least I’m not the only one!).  No need to worry, children.  I can handle this.  You don’t have to concern your little heads over it at all.  No, I don’t want your ideas, thankyou.

Boris, do stop shouting and pushing everyone around in that noisy way.

Michael, what are you doing now, saying things in that silly voice?  We’re not going to wait for a silly little boy who says silly things like a baby, are we?

Now how can we sing a nice song together when you are all running and pulling in different directions?  I am trying to keep you all happy.  Come here at once!

Andrea, you want to dance like a rose do you?  No, David, you can’t be a carrot; a carrot isn’t a flower is it, you silly boy.

Boris, don’t do that.  Behave.

Liam, don’t listen to those silly Irish children.  They just don’t know what’s good for them.

David, stop fighting.  You can’t be sure to win more sweets than I have got for you from the school kitchen.  You should say thankyou, Miss, and be grateful.

No, Boris, you can’t be leader of your team.  I am the head teacher here so I tell you what to do.

Are you asking whether I have my fingers crossed, Amber?  Yes I do.  Is that because I am making a wish or because I am telling fibs?  I’m not going to tell you!

Is that a whip in your hand, Boris?  You don’t scare me, you silly unruly boy!

Now, listen carefully children, let’s get some discipline here.  Put your pens in your hand, there’s good boys and girls.  Pick up the paper the kind gentleman has given you and tick the box that says “yea” for yes to my deal. 

What ARE you doing?!  Now look what’s happened.  You’ve ruined everything.  You bad children. 

Now what?….

 

I wrote the above as part of a creative writing class.  At my French class, in the same week, a fellow student quoted the Eagles’ Hotel California song regarding the EU negotiations… we didn’t realize that “we could check out but we could never leave …”

What a mess.  What a shambles for the country.  How can anyone plan a business strategy with this going on?  The trouble is that politicians rarely run a business so don’t seem to understand the importance of vision, planning and logistics.  They just think and argue and rarely have to ‘do’ in the same way that someone running a business has to act.

We have ended up with too many politicians who just go straight from university to the House of Commons.  Few even run a corner shop or do work experience, it seems.

And now what, indeed?  Whatever happens next – a second referendum, a change of government, a new Tory leader – will guarantee more uncertainty and no certainty whatsoever that there will be a ‘Remain’ vote in a second referendum nor any guarantee that whoever took over would be able to do a better deal, though inevitably we all hope they would.  But sitting next to a gentleman who had been a diplomat and had done many negotiations with Brussels in the past, he told me that he didn’t think that the deal Mrs May was presenting was unrealistic.

Do any of us know what is best for this country?  The politicians certainly don’t seem to and appear to be focusing on party politics and power games more than what is good for all of us.  So who would we vote for anyway?  I can’t see a single inspiring person I would put my bet on.  We seem to be down a rabbit hole with no way out.  Help!

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Nov 29

2018

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Reading about the high statistics of mental illness, anxiety and depression that we seem to be experiencing in the UK, I am wondering how these conditions are measured today.  I am also wondering, in particular, how well young people are being introduced to the fact that emotions are signals, not something to be afraid of necessarily.

We were with a friend last night who was talking about how she has learnt that when she goes down into a dark mood it is actually signalling a transformation that is often creative. I can relate to this personally as I have spent much of my life trying to avoid feeling glum and doing all I can to stay ‘up’.  But as I have become older and – who knows! – perhaps a little wiser, I am far less afraid of those down feelings and have come to recognise them as helpful messages, possibly to go more gently, to take more time out, not to push against life and be willing to accept some disappointments.  Sometimes the words of a poem will arise from these low moments.

I guess in an era of celebrity lifestyles, Facebook and Instagram, young people get the impression that life should always be perfect.  Rejection, disappointment, failures, mistakes can all take on a stronger impact than they would if one was living in different times when one wasn’t surrounded by images of perfect models and smiley happy people.  But disturbing emotions and experiences are part of human life and we can’t and should not try to protect ourselves from the reality that any human life includes suffering, often as much as it includes joy.

So I was horrified to read that students will be allowed to skip exam topics that they find ‘upsetting’.  Apparently staff at leading universities have been told not to include disturbing subjects in the compulsory part of academic assessments.  The list of sensitive topics in the Sheffield University guidelines includes faith, religion, sexuality, rape, abortion, torture, death and bereavement, as well as LGBTQ topics.

What are we doing in trying to shelter students from these areas of life that are a fundamental part of our human history?  Death and bereavement are as much a part of life as birth: how does it help young people to try to paint them out in case they get upset by the idea?  It seems those who claim to be upset can then resit the exam later… which, I am sorry, call me a cynic, seems like a great excuse for a bit more revision time!

Yes, much of human life, history and behaviour is profoundly upsetting but it is part of the whole picture.  We just reinforce the concept of ‘everything must be easy and perfect’ if we don’t explain the darker side of things.  And how can the next generations work towards improving human behaviour if they don’t understand that throughout history there has been murder, violence, robbery, torture and death?  How can they know the horror of the two world wars if we do not continue to remind them that their grandfathers lost their lives in the mud and therefore wars should be avoided whenever possible?

Expectations, sometimes unconscious, shape our emotions and behaviours.  If we have the expectation that ‘life should be easy’ we shall be disappointed when it isn’t.  If we have the expectation that ‘I must be successful’ we will feel like a failure when we don’t get the degree, job or promotion we were hoping for.  If we have the expectation that “I ought to be happy all the time” we are going to feel thoroughly fed up on those inevitable days when our mood is far from happy.

So expectations need to be rational.  There is no perfect world, no perfect human being.  We all make mistakes, get down, anxious or angry and occasionally are rejected by someone or a group of people.  This is life and we have to build the inner resilience to manage it as best we can by reminding ourselves that this is normal, it’s ok, and we can work through it.  And if we can’t, we can ask for help.

So I hope that instead of blocking out difficult topics, schools and colleges will enable young people to tune into their emotions, recognise that each emotion is providing information and that it helps to make friends with feelings rather than push them away or be fearful of them.  It’s about beginning to notice the situations and people that help them feel happy, then noticing that they might feel anxious when they haven’t made a good plan for the future or are imagining a catastrophe that hasn’t even happened yet.  And, indeed, may never happen. They might feel angry when they feel threatened and need to step back, take a slow breath, reflect and question how real the threat is and what they might do about it.

Emotions act like a silent and wise navigation process.  Emotional messages remind us of our values and personal truths.  We need to listen to the cues and act before the emotion becomes overwhelming.  We can also learn to detect which emotions are helpful and which are not – for example feeling grief and sadness after a bereavement is natural but if these feelings incapacitate us for years they become unhelpful.  Feeling pain and anger when a partner rejects us is natural for a period of time but if we’re still feeling angry after many years then we may be stuck in that anger and it won’t be helping us to get on with life, or to experience more joyful emotions.

We can’t and shouldn’t shelter our young from the fact that life can be hard and difficult.  But we should remind them frequently that they have the resources to deal with the downs as well as the ups and give them the tools to listen, accept and work with their emotions to experience the full range of being human.  Many creative acts have been inspired by a low mood followed by a burst of inspiration.  Let’s try to remove the fear of the black dog.  Let’s try to help young people have more realistic expectations of life so that they aren’t stymied when something goes wrong but just recognise it as a life event they can work through.  It must be worth a try …

Watch useful video in from World Health Organisation:

http://www.mhinnovation.net/resources/i-had-black-dog-his-name-was-depression

Emotional Healing for Dummies by Helen Whitten and David Beales, Wiley 2010https://www.wiley.com/en-us/Emotional+Healing+For+Dummies-p-9780470747643

Future Directions: Practical ways to develop emotional intelligence and confidence in young people by Helen Whitten and Diane Carrington, Network Continuum, 2006https://www.amazon.co.uk/Future-Directions-intelligence-confidence-Intelligence/dp/1855391988/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1543491183&sr=8-1&keywords=future+directions+helen+whitten

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